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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday December 6th 2001
"Bring me a Bourbon and water. What would you like?" Skeeter asked Nicole.
"I'd like a glass of wine," she said smiling. She took off her short fur jacket and placed it on the hook by the bar on Bleecker Street.
"I live right up there," Skeeter said nodding his head towards the upstairs of the building as he watched her short skirt ride up as she slid into the booth before him.
"I live up the street," she said glancing up noticing his gaze on her lap; she slowly crossed her legs in the short leather skirt never bothering to pull it down.
"So we're both southerners and we're neighbors too," he said as the bartender placed the drinks on the table.
"Just add that to my tab Joe," Skeeter said as the bartender nodded.
"How long ya' been here?" Skeeter asked in his slow southern accent.
"Only a couple of weeks."
"And you?"
"I've been here a couple years now."
"You like it?" she asked.
"Yeah. I like it okay. The money's good."
"What do you do?"
"I'm in the lingerie business," he said taking a long sip of his bourbon.
"Really?" she asked noticing his masculine hands and the hair on his chest where the denim shirt opened at the collar.
"Yeah. You like fine lingerie Baby?" he asked noticing the tight sweater she was wearing.
"Of course, doesn't every woman?"
"Maybe I could get you a few samples."
"Yeah?"
"Sure. Would you model them for me?"
"I don't know about that. I just met you," she said smiling coyly.
"Well, maybe after you get to know me a little better."
"Maybe."
"What's brings you to New York?" he asked her.
"I just wanted to get away from my family. I always liked New York when I came here with my Father on business."
"What kind of business is your old man in?"
"Casinos and buildings, stuff like that."
"Really?" he said remembering the wad of money he had noticed when she opened her wallet at the dry cleaners earlier where they met.
"Yeah."
"What in Atlantic City?"
"No, not yet. They own businesses in New York, Chicago, Las Vegas and Florida," she said.
"Wow. Your old man must be rich," Skeeter said nodding toward the bartender to bring them another round.
"Yeah, he is. Enough about my family and me. By the way my name's Nicole," she said picking up her wineglass and taking a sip.
"Mine's Skeeter," he said.
"Skeeter?" she asked frowning trying to remember where she had heard that unusual name before.
"Yeah, Skeeter Diamond. Nice to meet you Nicki," he said putting his arm on the back of the booth and allowing his hand to touch her shoulder.
"I know…. I know where I heard that name."
"Where?" he asked rubbing her shoulder in the soft sweater and allowing his hand to drift down her arm.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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